WEEK 1 - MINGLE

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WEEK 1

You've found a safe haven from the wind and the snow - yet, perhaps you're not quite out of danger yet. The Resort Staff are odd, but seem harmless - jumping to any whim you might have, if it doesn't make them oddly lock up.

The weather all week is perfect - the perfect temp and snow for plenty of skiing. The firepit in the courtyard is always lit too, with ingredients for smores and hot chocolate always available in the lobby. Though...in the halls, a strange bunch of songs keep playing from the hotel's sound system. Is whoever runs this place a weird cover song enthusiast?

So far, everything seems fine....but there's a weird sense of unease lingering over the Resort as everyone wakes up Monday Morning. Maybe that has something to do with that strange memory that popped in your head when you woke up? Or maybe it's that all of you woke up in the middle of a snowstorm, with no memory of how you got there?

In the end...even though everything should be fine, why does it feel like this is only the prelude to a nightmare...?

PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS | MURDER PROPOSALS/VOLUNTEERING | LOCATIONS

MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

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[relentlesslyonwards]

[Well, Monday sure happened. He had retired to bed pretty early last night after everything had settled down somewhat, so perhaps it's no surprise to see him out and about at around six in the morning. Though he drops by the restaurant to grab a glass of water, he soon makes a beeline for the outdoor courtyard with his tachi in hand. And for the next couple of hours or so, anyone wandering in will see Rean practicing his sword forms, looking rather intensely focused the whole time. Despite this, if someone makes to approach, he finishes up whatever technique he was performing last and sheathes his sword neatly with a click, turning to face them.]

Good morning. Sorry, am I in your way?

[Regardless, after he's finished up with training and cleaning up, he's right back in the restaurant. However, this time he's seated with a whole tea set and a plate of danish pastries laid out in front of him. If you're passing by--]

Hey, feel like joining me for a bit? I asked the staff for some tea, but... I think they went a little overboard. [There's a sheepish smile and a bit of a helpless look at the spread on the table.] It'd be a waste to not finish it all, so... what do you say?

[Closer to the late afternoon, Rean seems to be hanging out around the indoor jacuzzi, although it looks less like he's ready to jump in and more like he's just deep in thought as he stares at the surface of the water.

>Bother him?]

[diesifkilled]

[Shirou is immediately drawn in to watch him practice because SWORD. When Rean stops upon his approach, his expression of curiosity turns apologetic.]

Ah, not at all. I was actually wondering if I could watch for a while.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He looks a little surprised for a moment before his expression goes to a slightly self-depreciating smile.]

I don't mind, but I doubt you'll be seeing anything too impressive. But if you're okay with that, I can keep going.

[diesifkilled]

I'm such an amateur that anything's impressive to me, honestly. And anyway, I just like swords.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Do you want to touch his-- okay no. Maybe later.]

Haha, alright. [He draws the tachi from his sheath. Nothing saying he can't run through a couple of basic forms while talking.] So does that mean that it's something of a hobby of yours?

Courtyard

[geckodad]

[Iwai isn't an expert in swords. He does sell swords -- fake, plastic weapons that aren't going to cut not even butter -- but he has never really handled one.

Still, he recognizes expertise when he sees it. Rean knows what he's doing]

When did you start learnin' swordfighting?

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Oh. Well that sure is a question.]

Well... I think it's been about nine years by now, give or take.

[geckodad]

Nine years...?

[Hm. You don't seem that old, Rean]

How old are you, again?

[relentlesslyonwards]

Eighteen. [But he does seem to have a vague idea of what Iwai is getting at here.]

It's not really unusual to start early when it comes to the martial arts, though. I guess you could say it comes hand in hand with tradition.

restaurant

[justfists]

[she looks a little surprised that he just... asked her. But also... She does love a good tea time. And so, she smiles, it's not like she's in a hurry.]

Of course, if you don't mind.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[If nothing else, he's not particularly shy about meeting new people, that's for sure.]

Haha, I'm the one who asked. You'd be the one doing me a favor here, really. [He pours out some black tea into a cup and places it at the open seat across from him.]

Besides, it's a good opportunity to get to know each other better. I haven't had the chance to talk to everyone here yet, anyways.

[justfists]

[she takes a seat! It's probably. safe to say. this is before her crazy announcement?! she just needs time to process it. it's fine, and tea will help.]

That's very kind of you.

I'm Makoto Niijima.

[and she takes the tea in her hands]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Probs?! Danishes are more of a breakfast thing anyways, so it works out!]

Rean Schwarzer. [There's a light nod of his head before he pours out a cup for himself.]

How've you been settling in? It's already been a couple of days, but I feel like there's a part of me that's still trying to come to grips with everything.

restaurant

[thejusticewagon]

Oh, sure! I'm always up for some extra pastries.

[she'll head over and sit down!]

...though, uh, there's nothing weird about them, is there? I'm not distrusting you, it's more... the staff.

[relentlesslyonwards]

Well... honestly, I can't be sure.

[And he glances over to some of the staff before turning back to Cynthia.]

The food from the previous two nights were fine, so I'm not sure if they'd do something to it now, especially after what they announced yesterday, but... I can try it out first and we can go from there.

[thejusticewagon]

Hmmm... I don't know. Maybe we should both try 'em out at the same time... but before that, we write a note that the staff killed us in case we die?

[relentlesslyonwards]

M-maybe we shouldn't be planning our wills quite yet.

But anyways, there's really no need for both of us to get sick if there really is something wrong. And since I'm the one who offered them, it's only fair that I should test it.

indoor jacuzzi;

[13thpromise]

[ How deep in thought is he...

Hm... ]

Boo?

[ Roxas' voice isn't shouting-loud but he did raise it over his normal volume to see if he could get Rean's attention...he hasn't stepped all that close either since he just peeked his head in too. ]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Reasonably deep in thought! Enough for his shoulders to jolt just a little bit when Roxas speaks up, but it's not bad enough to pitch into the jacuzzi or anything. He's not that unaware.

Still, he turns around to look at Roxas, looking vaguely apologetic.]

Oh, sorry for zoning out there. Were you planning on using this? I can leave.

[13thpromise]

No. I don't want to use anything of theirs to relax.

[ That came out sounding kind of childish, but ... ]

Is what happened earlier on your mind?

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Childish or not, it's probably not an unusual sentiment to find around the hotel, all things considered. He's almost about to respond until Roxas says that, and then there's a pause before his smile changes to something a little more self-depreciating.]

Haha. That obvious, huh? [He glances away to gaze at the surface of the water.]

...Yeah. This place was already suspicious enough, but adding that on top of everything else was... well, it's a lot to take in.

outdoor courtyard

[maskarang]

[ he, uh, doesn't approach so much as watch from a distance. rean is free to ignore him completely but he will continue watching until he seems finished. ]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He's pretty decent at sensing presences, so unless Gerome's actively hiding himself, he'll probably pick up on Batman just lurking around in the distance. As it is, since it doesn't look like he's coming closer, Rean just continues for about another 15 minutes before he stops to take a break, turning to wherever Gerome is.]

Hey. Did you need something?

[maskarang]

[ He had no intention of hiding himself so that's okay. ]

No. [ He's prepared to leave it at that—until he realizes he should probably say a little more. ] I was watching the way you handle your sword. Your technique is... different than the ones I've seen before. I don't recognize the style.

[relentlesslyonwards]

Considering it seems like we're all from different worlds, that's no surprise.

[He raises the sword to about chest level, giving a clear view of the craftsmanship.]

It's called the Eight Leaves One Blade style. It's something my Master came up with by combining a number of different elements from other Eastern schools of swordsmanship. But like the name implies, there's eight forms associated with it, each containing their own techniques.